Angelus stood up shakily but grinning. He was free.
It was the strangest thing that did it. But it at least made more sense than sleeping with the air-headed Slayer.
His mind whirled with all the possibilities. He had so much to do.
So many people to torture, so little time.
* * *
He stalked through the house, not planning on doing anything to them that night. But he enjoyed walking among their sleeping forms knowing he could and that they were completely unaware of the threat.
He spent the most time in Buffy and Spike's bedroom.
On one hand, Spike needed to b punished for the Acathla incident. It wasn't that Angelus thought it should have proceeded, when he thought about it now the whole thing did seem kind of stupid.
But Spike had made an alliance with the Slayer to do it and he needed to be punished for that.
On the other hand, Spike had gotten him away from the soldiers, which was not without serious merit.
Which brought him to the soldiers and his plans for that very night.
* * *
Finding minions in Sunnydale was always laughably easy because the town was full of mindless fledglings making the Slayer's life easy and the Slayer herself overconfident.
He found a dozen willing to follow him into the military instillation and they made a killing.
Literarly.
Angelus first found the medical storage closets and raided it for tranquilizers. Witches were unpredictable at best and it would be foolish to capture them and try to hold them while they were conscious.
Then he stocked up on tasers. He wasn't Spike. When you wanted to grab a Slayer, you didn't fight fair.
Angelus liked to eliminate all chances of losing.
They killed everyone who ventured to investigate and he felt disgusted at how easily he'd been captured by these idiots in the first place.
Then they hit weapons storage.
Grenades were a wonderful invention.
The Initiative labs were completely destroyed.
Deep beneath Sunnydale, a monstrosity known as Adam was reduced to cinders before he was even finished.
* * *
Angelus was not the patient sort, once the festivities had begun he opted to continue them rather than wait.
He sent the minions to the mansion with detailed instructions of the set-up he wanted and went to capture himself some hostages.
Of course, to call them hostages implied there was a chance they would one day be set free.
He simply knocked Xander and Anya unconscious and sent them along with the two largest vampires. Then he slipped upstairs.
He debated taking Buffy and Spike that very night, but there was a chance they would awaken and he really didn't want to face them together.
So he drugged the witches first and spirited them away, careful to eliminate any sign of a struggle.
It was the first time he'd ever made a bed.
* * *
Buffy woke up to a silent house, this wasn't uncommon though, as both Tara and Willow often had early classes.
She grinned and cuddled closer to a still slumbering Spike. She gradually slid the covers off of them and admired what was revealed.
He had such a pretty penis.
And that was something she'd never utter out loud.
It rested soft and trusting against her inner thigh and she felt a rush of tenderness. She slid her hands around him and down the small of his back and cupped his ass cheeks. He shifted in his sleep and she kissed him, nudging her tongue past pliant lips.
She felt him wake up and respond and she grinned, tongue still in his mouth.
The words, 'all mine' ran through her mind.
* * *
Buffy was not alarmed to find Xander and Anya gone.
Xander would have left for work and Anya would have gone off and done Anya things.
Buffy felt a bit guilty that she didn't know what exactly her friend's significant other did.
But Spike was flipping pancakes and she didn't feel terribly bad. Anya probably had no idea what classes she was taking.
For that matter neither did Xander.
And Spike looked good flipping pancakes.
“So Christmas is only two weeks away, you know.” Buffy remarked, sipping her orange juice.
Spike smirked over at her, “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“No, I just want to know what you want.” Buffy was still regretting not buying him a 'Happy Not Killing People for Another Six Months' present.
“I don't need anything, love. Just buy yourself something nice. Speaking of which, what do you want for Christmas?”
Damn it, Buffy thought, I'll have to try asking Tara.
“Something pretty. “ She answered, smiling beatifically around the rim of her glass.
* * *
It was only when they discovered Angel was missing that they started to worry.
“You don't think he went out last night and got caught again, do you?” Buffy asked, nervously straightening the comforter on the bed.
“No, now that he knows they're out there, I'd imagine he can avoid them. The wanker didn't survive for two hundred plus years by being stupid about things like that. More likely, he's holed up somewhere having been caught by the sun. He'll come back at dusk looking sheepish and that'll be the end of it.” Spike betrayed none of his concern in his words and Buffy was soothed.
“Yeah, most likely. He had to stay at my house once, through the day. I was pretty stupid about it. I didn't even figure out he was a vampire from that. I mean, why didn't I think it was weird he spent the whole day in my bedroom? Then I kissed him and found out.”
Spike chuckled, “Yeah? I'm glad your mum never found out about that. He'd have been blowing in the wind before you could say a thing.”
“Oh, speaking of which, let's not ever bring that up with her. I'm pretty sure she can still ground me.”
* * *
Angelus pulled the sheet over his masterpiece. It wouldn't do to show all his cards at once, now would it?
The manticles were all chained to the wall as he had asked and four sets were now occupied. The fifth would be filled that night. He tested the taser again and grinned.
He kept the witches totally out of it for now, they could come to once the party was under way, they'd still be too weak to cast anything nasty, but wide-awake to watch.
It wouldn't be any fun unless they knew exactly what was going on.
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